A short one again, sorry.. there's only like.. two chapters left after this!




I woke up at four thirty the next morning and couldn't go back to sleep no matter how hard I tried. So I went out into the kitchen and made some coffee, then went to the living room and stretched. Everything I did just seemed like a routine, like I was just going through the motions.

I remembered the week after my mom died, how everything had just gone by in a blur. Though not nearly as serious, but still almost as devastating, that's how this was. I went through my day like it was a t.v. rerun, not really paying attention to anything I did, but having done it enough times before to just do it and not care.